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'Aruall' drawled, after 'Parma' had successfully broken up the fight between the two wands 'So, whisperer, eh? It's been quite a while since I have seen your kind.'
"What do you mean by 'my kind'? I'm pretty sure I'm not the only halfblood in this entire community." I answered, looking at the intricately carved wand. Say what you want, but as annoying, and quite frankly rude, most of these wands are they are still a work of art.
'You don't know shit, don't you.' I am appalled by the audacity of this wand, but also intrigued 'Whisperers are special even amongst the "wannabe Merlin the second coming" s of this race. Wizards don't normally talk to animals, much less tiny little parts of their body stuck inside some magical tools.'
Well, that certainly made sense, as oversimplified and badly summarised as it was. He never saw Lily cursing at that evil duck in the pond before, so maybe it's just him?
"Are there any other people like me?" I ask "Surely, even if I'm the only one in this current generation, I can't be the only one. If whisperers are known and documented then there must be other who had the same gifts."
'And you are right about that!' 'Parma' interjected 'The first whisperer is theorized to be Morgan Le Fay herself. But the first documented is the famous German dragon tamer Stígandr Grossg.'
"You know a great deal about history for a wand," I inclined "Where you there?"
'Oh was I!' The wand giggled (Can wands giggle??) 'I was the first dragon he talked to! Oh, it was such a great time! And such a sweet little human he was!'
The old wand from earlier, 'Ladica' is it's name (?), cough and said 'Parma, I think the kid has been here long enough. It's been 20 minutes and he has yet to find a wand. I'm sure that you can gossip next time?'
Finally, a voice of reason.
'Parma' whined like a child, very unlike a thousand year old dragon, 'But this rare! I'm not often I get to talk with anyone other than the other wands stuck here with us!! Oh! How about you take me with you?'
I hesitated for a moment, then reached out to grab her. When the tip of the wand suddenly violently sizzled and let out a shard 'BANG!'. Garrick Ollivander turned to me to make sure nothing wrong happened, but then he simply smiled and turned back to his newspaper. How unhelpful, this is prejudice against whisperers.
'Oh dear' 'Parma' said apologetically 'I guess my core isn't suited for you..'
"It's fine," I said, dusting off the.... dust "I'll just try with another?"
'Oh, Aruall, why don't you let him try?'
'Fuck no!'
"C'mon, just pick him up sweety!!'
Usually, I would listen to the expert's advice on things. I listen to Lily when she states a fact about flowers (and fleas), so it would make sense for me to listen to a wand's adive about getting a wand in the first place. But looking at the very threatening and glowing red tip of the other wand, it's doesn't take a genius to realise that this is a bad move.
I turned miserably to the other wands on the stand.
The 'dragon' core wands are too busy enjoying the show, apparently the three wands he chose to converse with were all very popular. It's like that thing with celebrities, everybody wants the tea but no one is willing to brew it.
The other core wands were not even paying attention to him, what a bunch of insesitive assholes.
'Ladica' glowed, calling to him 'Hey kid, it's getting boring so just take me and get out of here. Yeah?'
I didn't have a lot of hope in this certain wand, he was smug and very sassy ( a bit of an ass actually) as proven by the earlier argument. But he took a leap of fate and snagged the wand.
Suddenly, a warm feeling spread around him, similar to when his ma allows him to go overboard on the bubble-bath and he ends up soaking in the warm water for almost an hour.
A small dragon emerged from the tip, twirling around him a few times before finally flying back inside of the wand. It was a very impressive light show.
Silence settled around the shop for the first time since he came here, before it was destroyed by a very loud.
'WHAT THE FUCK???'
"So, how did you know that I was your kid?" I asked "Unless you've got some insane luck or instinct going on.."
'Ladica laughed, "It's more of an instinctual thing, I knew the moment you stepped in the shop! It felt right and so I just had to roll out of my usual hiding spot! And luckily, you're quite an entertaining kid, so I won't be getting bored anytime soon!'
"So, most wands can sense who their partner is?"
'Kind of, a lot of times our instincts are wrong. Take 'Parma' for example, that Opaleye you tried to take, she felt a connection to you but your cores do not match. It's kind of like that with many of the kids coming in here, that's why we have guys like Garrick to make sure that each wand goes to the right person.'
Now that was a piece of lore he didn't expect, wands were either powerful and sentient weapons of mass destruction, or as he had discovered recently, a bunch of gossipy dipshits. His mother always talked about how she felt when she first 'met' her wand, he thought he had imagined it, but he always heard the wand saying things like 'Eileen, your tits are in my face' and 'Eileen, I demand pancakes. I wants pancakes and you will give it to me.'
He soon spotted the familar patch of red hair running all over the place and terrorrising the shopkeepers, with an old witch duifully following behind her. He sped up his pace and soon the girl sensed him.
"Sev!! There you are. Look! I just found these quills and they are so cute!!! We have to get them Sev! Or i'll die!" Lily said, dragging him along with her. But the moment her eyes fell upon the wand on his new holster, her eyes shined brighter than car headlights.
"Oh! Sev, let's go and get my wand! I completely forgot about it! But then we have to come and get those quills, alright? After that I'll get an owl!"
I bemoaned my fate of having to go back to the shop so soon, but Lily is here so maybe it won't be so bad.